Those sunken eyes, the toothless glumness, the arthritic hands, the oversized overcoat… He looks to me like a frail and vulnerable old man, reliant on the person next to him. Not completely able any more to enjoy the cup of coffee as he would have done in the past. I wonder what he has lived through, what his eyes are looking at? He appears to be looking past what we can see…

It was a privilege to draw this old fellow, he is weary, sighing after every step. He must have lived through a lot, at least one world war. I think he’s worried about what he sees around him, the way things are today, and the pace of change. Thanks for dropping in. Russell.